Sunday mornings ought to be filled with joy. Ultimately, this past
Sunday was—and yet I could not escape what clouded my mind.
I pale in comparison to my father.
Aging has never been foreign to me. I would argue that I had to mature faster than most. At the same time, I undervalued the diverse dynamics between father and son.
My father carefully crafted me into the man that I am today. Amidst strife and trauma, we overcame any and all afflictions. The man that I suffered with and knelt before the foot of the Cross with, one that kept me in line and fortified my soul, now shakes my hand as a man. But what am I?
I am a good man, but no Alexander.
I suppose a son is expected to see his father in such a way. As I continue to age, so does he. As I move into a new chapter of my life, so does he. It is a mind boggling and outright perplexing dilemma to see myself as my father was.
I am traveling on the never-ending path towards holiness and ultimately eternal salvation. With that said, the comparison I make to my father only illuminates the praises that he seldomly receives.
As a man, I must shake his hand and carry on the road to the grave. It is my duty bestowed upon me by the Fourth Commandment that I must live my life in accordance with the rule placed upon my life.
The dynamic changes as people change; as it does as people age. For now, I’ll enjoy the beer as we both move closer and closer to the grave.
I pray by the grace of God, I may be half the man my father is today. I may be drawing near but I will always be on the path.
Jusqu’a demain ~
The Halisky Rule 